CommodoreOlaf
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Sam gathered his things from the little corner of the tent he had claimed. Bummer, he was beginning to get used to the forest life.
Sam picked up each things and each eased him into a memory.
His father's hunting knife reminded him of the days his father used to take him out on cold Saturday mornings in the fall. They had to wake up extra early to get there before the sun came up. Sam learned to be quiet and still in the presence of prey. His father's words echoed in his ears, almost hauntingly.
"The animal notices things. The rustle of a falling acorn, the chirp of bluejays, and the scent of man."His father placed the cool wooden rifle in his fifteen year old hands. "So."
His fathered helped Sam adjust to the stock.
"In the likeness of an animal, be alert. Notice all things. The rustle of an acorn, the chirp of bluejays, and the scent of man."
Sam returned to his packing.
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Sam picked up each things and each eased him into a memory.
His father's hunting knife reminded him of the days his father used to take him out on cold Saturday mornings in the fall. They had to wake up extra early to get there before the sun came up. Sam learned to be quiet and still in the presence of prey. His father's words echoed in his ears, almost hauntingly.
"The animal notices things. The rustle of a falling acorn, the chirp of bluejays, and the scent of man."His father placed the cool wooden rifle in his fifteen year old hands. "So."
His fathered helped Sam adjust to the stock.
"In the likeness of an animal, be alert. Notice all things. The rustle of an acorn, the chirp of bluejays, and the scent of man."
Sam returned to his packing.
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